Friday, January 21, 2005
At around 1:45 in the Arular mix of MIA's "MIA" (or what used to be "POP") she sings the melody from "Here Comes Santa Claus." I'm serious. She just does it twice, but it's still enough to make my brain explode into little clouds labled "WTF?" It is this in particular that makes her distinctive: not just the referentiality or variations, but the sheer density of them, and the fact that they're so tightly-packed that there's no way you can catch them all at first.
posted by Mike B. at 4:56 PM
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Heather is talking about love here, but it applies to other things to. So, for your consideration: Look, you can still have a fucking sense of humor. You can still complain.
Jesus christ, fuckwhackers, it's not like I'd ever keep you from complaining.
Complaints? Them's salty snacks for the soul! But if you're more aware of cruel tricks than you are of magic, honkies,
you're fucked. You have to believe that good things are waiting around the next
corner, no matter how many corners leave you empty-handed. Every time I buy a
lottery ticket, I'm pretty fucking sure I'm going to win. I look up the numbers
online the second they're available. Sometimes I even tune in for that moment
when the numbers are announced, so I can watch each number come down the shoot and cheer each one, so that I'll discover that I won millions at the very moment
that it happens. Keep in mind, I'm not an optimistic person, and I've probably
played the lottery about 10 times total. But mostly I buy a lottery ticket so I
can spend the day imagining that I'll win.
Yeah. This is not just true of love, but of music, and politics, and a whole lot of other things. But it's Friday afternoon, and anything I'd say would probably better be conveyed by going out and drinking with your friends, or curling up at home on the couch with a grilled cheese sandwich and a movie.
posted by Mike B. at 4:49 PM
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OMG BRING IT ON IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!! Why didn't anyone tell me? This is someone who likes Gilmore Girls here. This is someone who loved National Treasure here. This is someone who owns Josie and the Pussycats, maybe its closest spiritual kin. (It's not quite as good as Josie, but this is like saying it's not quite as good as hate sex. Wait. That came out wrong. I meant, it's not quite as good as an ice cream sundae topped with bacon and then fried in bacon grease and rolled in powdered sugar. Wait. Well, you know what I mean.)
I mean, it's just fantastic! The evil gay choreographer! ("Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded." "In cheerleading we throw people into the air. And fat people don't go as high.") The sensitive/sardonic indie boy trying to win Kirsten Dunst away from her callous blonde boyfriend by giving her a mixtape, which mixtape begins with a song he wrote for/about her that starts out all quiet and acoustic and then gets loud and punk rock and then Kirsten Dunst gets excited about this and starts jumping on the bed in her PJs and grabs her pompoms and does a little manic fit of happiness! (I'm pretty sure that scene is better than anything in The Godfather.) The little understated gay flirtation scene between two male cheerleaders at the end that's not played for laughs at all and is actually kind of sweet! The annoying little kid's "CHEERLEADING = DEATH" t-shirt, which I totally want! Eliza Dushku just bein' Eliza Dushku! That the main team doesn't win in the end, and that's OK!
Aside from all the great little moments, I think the main selling point was that the movie took itself just seriously enough, which given that it was a cheerleading movie, was not particularly much. And so they weren't trying to overdramatize it: generally every 5 minutes, there'd be somebody saying, "You know cheerleading's stupid, right?" The movie didn't try and disprove this; it just tried to make you care about cheerleading, which is what the characters' attitudes seemed to be, at least the sensible ones. There was also a nice trend of it seeming like it was going to misstep but then catching itself, like when Dunst's (white) character convinces her (white) dad to fund the (black) opposing squad's trip to nationals, and the team captain rejects it and points out how goddamn insulting that is, which was pretty much what I was thinking. But at the same time, it allows you to enjoy its campy aspects in all their wonderful fluffy goodness: they do take themselves seriously when they say "Bring it!" and you laugh and cheer and it's great. It also didn't get all creepy and weird like Showgirls. There is no equivalent of the rape scene here, thankfully.
I seem to remember this getting reviews at the time being like, "OK, I know this seems stupid, but give it a shot! It's actually pretty good!" But au contraire: it is not pretty good, it is fucking fantastic.
Even better, they were showing it on the WB, which invited certain useful comparisons to their slate of shows. I was talking about the tropes it inherited from 80s movies (the annoying character who's not actually a nemesis having something humiliating but unspectacular happen to them around the time of the main character's triumph) and Miss Clap said that WB teen dramas are basically longform, broken-up 80s movies. (I may be misquoting her here.) I'm not so sure. I think the teen dramas descended most directly from Dawson's Creek (although also from My So-Called Life et al) are actually something of a new form, mixing certain preexisting things and creating certain conventions, but also often avoiding these conventions. It's an interesting thing. But I'm probably overstating the case.
Also, Miss Clap does not think Kirsten Dunst is particularly attractive. I, um, disagree.
posted by Mike B. at 2:50 PM
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ROCK 'N' ROLL BON MOTS #027
In Prince's "U Got the Look," for the entire length of the song, there is a kick drum on the 1st and 3rd beats, and a snare on the 2nd and 4th. The entire way. It does not stop, even for a bar. And yet, there are changes in the song, shifts and variations and distinct sections, while nevertheless having the same basic beat the entire way through.
Now, on a certain level this is not uncommon--many things have the same beat the entire way through. But what's fascinating is what Prince does with it to evince variation. For instance, in dance music, generally there will be the same arrangement for four bars, and then a shift; either that, or a slow build by one or more elements over a number of bars that's divisible by 4. But what Prince does here is take this very basic kick-snare pattern and just surround it with small bursts of almost random percussion that don't follow any discernable pattern aside from the rise and fall within microsections of the song. So while there's this kick-snare going on, at any given moment there will be rototoms, or a free-jazzish out-of-time burst of high hat, or a timbales freakout. It's amazing, another formal test that maybe no one noticed but Prince--but he sure did. It's a very simple song, with the only constant being the bassline, which follows basically a blues progression; at the end, the processed guitar starts to play some more focused lines, but until then, it's pretty noodley in a restrained and sporadic way. But the song holds together, and it is in fact a great pop song, not despite, but because of this.
posted by Mike B. at 11:02 AM
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Oh my god, I am spending so much money tomorrow. I am going to spend like five hundred dollars, on, I dunno, oil, and Toby Keith CDs, and Diebold locks, and American flags, and Anne Coulter books, and t-shirts that say I LOVE HALLIBURTON, and anatomically correct President Bush dolls, and then some bigger motherfucking American flags, and donations to the RNC, and assault weapons, and crucifixes, and TVs. I am going to spend so much money it will make you vomit. You dumb motherfuckers. God I hate you.
posted by Mike B. at 4:58 PM
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As per C-Lo (no, not that one!) comes this little game:
1. Open up the music player on your computer.
2. Set it to play your entire music collection.
3. Hit the "shuffle" command.
4. Tell us the title of the next ten songs that show up (with their musicians), no matter how embarrassing. That's right, no skipping that Carpenters tune that will totally destroy your hip credibility. It's time for total musical honesty. Write it up in your blog or journal and link back to at least a couple of the other sites where you saw this. 5. If you get the same artist twice, you may skip the second (or third, or etc.) occurances. You don't have to, but since randomness could mean you end up with a list of ten song with five artists, you can if you'd like. My list: 1. Geniu Cru - Course Bruv
2. Kid 606 - Total Recovery Is Possible
3. Magnetic Fields - The Way You Say Good-Night
4. Helen Love - Debbie Loves Joey
5. Les Mouches - Close To You
6. Electribe 101 - Tell Me When The Fever Ended
7. Bernard Hermann - Marnie
8. PAS/CAL - Last Christmas
9. Liz Phair - Fuck And Run
10. Sonic Youth - Titanium Exposé
posted by Mike B. at 1:46 PM
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I am excited about the TMBG Tribute! And I spent some time thinking about what song I would like to cover, and I'm thinking that while I'd like to cover something like "Whistling In The Dark" or "Road Movie To Berlin," I am better suited to latter-day Flansburgh stuff, like "New York City" or "Pet Name" or, if I'm feeling adventurous, the Dial-A-Song version of "Robot Parade." But it might also be nice to do, like, "She's Edith Head" or "James K. Polk" or "Why Does The Sun Shine?" Or "I Palendrome I." OK, I'll stop. But tell me what you'd like to cover. Or sing kareoke to.
posted by Mike B. at 1:15 PM
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OK, that does it. From now on, I get to pick the titles for Wolf Eyes albums.
Given their usual release rate, which is apparently based on the theory that if you record something, it's a song, allow me to present a prospective release schedule for the next few years.
Q1/05: (limited-edition run of 30 etched on the surface of these plexiglass tablets they only made for like 6 months in 1974 in Georgia) whingwhingwhingSCREEEEEEEEEuggauggaBONK
Q2/05: (encoded on metal orb, shot into space via homemade launchpad) Happy Meal Comes With REAL HUMAN TOE BLEEEEURRRGH!
Q3/05: (Subpop release) Hey, Did You Guys Mean To Leave the Synths On? Oh Wait Sorry
Q4/05: (uploaded to a back-door Estonian porn server, taken down after 3 hours) Blood On The Tracks But Not Like That Pussy Dylan Shit Like Real Blood And Like The Tracks Are Like Made of SKULLS!
Q1/06: (you have to go to this church and then the head priest gives you a pendant and then you have to find the "worshipper" with the matching pendant and when you do they open their mouth and this comes out) quiet white noise then REALLY LOUD WHITE NOISE THEN some clicking then REALLY LOUD WHITE NOISE and did i mention EVVVVIIIIILLLLL!
So yeah, that should about do it.
posted by Mike B. at 11:27 AM
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Instructive comparison: Lindsay Lohan goes to Wendy's, shows off a "FUCK YOU" headrest cover on her convertable.
Courtney Love goes to Wendy's, and...well, you remember, don't you?
posted by Mike B. at 5:53 PM
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I'm sort of unclear what the general opinion is of Life Aquatic at this point (and don't tell me to check MetaCritic or Rotten Tomatoes--you know whose opinions I trust most), but I saw it last night, and I gotta say I liked it a lot. It really worked for me, being transportive and emotionally affecting and all those sorts of good thing. I'll certainly acknowledge that what's seemingly the central theme of the movie, i.e. Bill Murray's Life Problems, was overly familiar from the last two Anderson movies, and Murray in particular didn't seem to be doing much different than what he did in Rushmore. But here's why I liked it, and what I haven't seen anyone else really mention: it was an action-adventure movie! And one of the best ones ever made. It just seems obvious--you've got this team of people with different specialties all in matching outfits, there's a central conflict at the beginning, there's a violent episode that ends with a gunfight (featuing MOTHERFUCKING PIRATES! Although Miss Clap points out that I like pretty much anything having to do with pirates. I say it's because of my pirate heritage, arr), a rescue on a desert island that ends with a big explosion, a tragic coda, a romantic subplot with love triangle, a peer rival who comes together with the hero at the end, male relationship issues being worked out, etc., etc., etc. If you abstract it, there's not a hell of a lot of difference between it and a lot of Bruckheimer movies. (Which, lest you take that the wrong way, I have my own particular opinions on.) Now, of course, all this gets passed through the Wes Anderson filter--the team members aren't particularly talented, the equipment's all broken-down, and everyone is vaguely ridiculous in one way or another. But this is a big part of why it's so good. First off, it's good because the fact that it can be even remotely classified as an adventure movie is a big difference from previous Anderson films, which were all very small in their particular ways; even the small details in Life Acquatic are big, especially the tricked-out ship itself, which in one of the nicest sequences gets presented as a set, and then used as such throughout the movie. But also, Anderson recognizes that to make a more conventional action movies, you have to be good at making them, and he's probably not. So he's made one his way, and it's come out really wonderfully, I think. There aren't a lot of action-adventure movies focusing on oceanographers, and they really commit to the concept here to the degree that you're really invested in this world in a way you're not necessarily with the more generic areas action movies usually take place in. As such, it puts a premium on setting, and places the movie firmly within this setting--there's no world to save, and it's unclear what's even at stake beyond the sort of cartoonish rivalries they set up between Murray and Goldbloom. And in some ways, it does have that same cracked logic, from plot points to character's reactions, that you find in the Adult Swim genre of cartoons such as Sealab 2021. But everything here is so much more precisely and deliberately laid out that it all coheres a lot more then in the deliberately non-coherent cartoon. Speaking of which, I know I'm not really being very coherent here, which is sort of too bad. But my point is that this movie is, at heart, an action-adventure movie, and the fact that people keep wanting to compare it to Anderson's previous movies or 8 1/2 or something is a testament both to Anderson's skill at masking the degree to which this is an archetypical action movie and to the still low regard in which we hold action movies; I doubt many critics would want to make this comparison unless they wanted to trash the movie. But I'm presenting it here as praise. There's a lot more going on here, of course, than I'm getting into at present--I'd like to be able to talk a bit more about the way it creates a mood and the sort of double knowledge of a film about a film crew and the reality of the filming itself--but apparently the ol' brain isn't quite up to snuff for that right now. Ah well.
posted by Mike B. at 2:57 PM
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I used to hate Family Guy, but recently my loathing turned into mere neutrality, as I saw some episodes that were better than I remembered. But then on Sunday I watched two new episodes, and I realized what Family Guy is like: one-night stands. Sure, there are some nice moments, but overall it's kind of depressing and overly familiar, and you feel bad about it afterwards more often than not. I mean, there are some scattered funny gags, but it's kind of a loathesome show, isn't it?
posted by Mike B. at 1:49 PM
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I got the Edie Sedgwick disc. Basically, it would be a lot better if it did not sound like El Guapo. It then reminds me there is a better version of the electro-songs-about-celebrities formula, and it is Mu's "Paris Hilton." Oh well.
posted by Mike B. at 1:11 PM
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Well, now that everybody's got it, we can start talking about it, right?
In general, there's nothing with the kind of hands-in-the-air energy of a "Devil's Haricut" or "Where It's At," but there's nothing as pastichey as much of the (very good, but definitely pastichey) Midnite Vultures album. There is something that tries to be "High 5," but it doesn't quite make it. At this point it just sounds like Beck, and while it's not Sea Change (which I really liked), it's certainly the same Beck we heard on that album, except produced by the Dust Brothers, if that makes any sense. Overall, he's found something that worked and really went for it: a laid-back, bass-and-drums driven sound that he sings or raps along to, and by and large the best songs on the album stick, wisely, to this formula. (Beck has always been good at identifying what he does well and then doing more of it, which is certainly to his credit.) At least half of the songs stick to this sound, which I'll call Dyanetics-hop, because I'm a dick.
It remains to be seen if this'll be the actual sequencing, of course (although if it's going to be released in February and this leaked January 7, there definitely existed a final version--I know my production timetables), but if he does end up starting with "Brazillica" (a maybe overly-obvious nod to "Tropicallia," which it's actually less energetic than), it's a good move, because it explicitly makes a slow slide out of his recent stuff, from the Mutations reference to the could-be-sampled-from-Sea-Change string section parts that come in, and are really nice. Overall, though, it's not particularly representative of the album, and I hope it doesn't, contrary to rumors, get released as a single.
Next is "Guero," and it's sort of an early prototype of the Dyanetics-hop sound, but a lesser version. Beck raps here and it's not fantastic. Much better is the next track, "Go It Alone," when he fully hits his stride, singing along with the bassline to surprisingly powerful effect. There's a very simple sampled, loping breakbeat and a bassline that's joined by a distorted guitar playing basically the same part in the chorus, but with a less syncopated rhythm. It's a very simple song, but all the parts are incredibly strong. This was when I really started liking the album; while initially the simplicity of the beat annoyed me, it does a hell of a lot with what it's got in an almost Prince-esque way, which we'll get to later, unless we don't. The song ends with a "Where It's At"-esque electric keyboard part. If you were a quippy rock critic you could call "Go It Alone" the breakdowns from "Where It's At" strung together to make a full song, but that would be stupid.
Then "Chain Reaction," the one that sounds like "High 5," and it's just OK, although it would be hard not to get a little bubble of happiness from the return of the distorto Beck voice. Then "Nazarene," which annoys me because I know exactly what plug-in the Dust Brothers are using on the beat. ("Buffer Interrupt," which is also prominent on a song MFR posted the other day, Mylo's remix of The Egg's "Wall." I was going to do a whole post on this fact, but meh.) It's too damn low-key, but maybe I'll warm to it. There is a very nice bridge, but let's move on, because three of the next four songs are absolutely fantastic.
"Black Tambourine" comes in full-on with the Dyanetics-hop sound, extremely hottt in its capacity to make your butt move back-and-forth of its own accord. You could make an argument that Beck is sing-rapping/speaking here, but let's be honest: this is what we call the vocals of people who we like but who just can't sing, like Mark E. Smith or, um, me. Beck, on the other hand, can fucking sing if he wants to, and the strong tonality here actually works very well: again, this is a track that is similar to but has distinct differences from the Odelay! sound, and it benefits from it.
"Earthquake Weather (maybe)" is noisier than most of the D-hop songs, but it largely works, and by "largely works," I mean that the verse is so-so but the chorus makes me want to run up to passerby and hug them. It's just absolutely gorgeous, a wonderful melody married to a great beat and accompanied by a processed guitar line that sounds like an organ at first but then turns into a nice little hyperchorused solo worthy of, dare I say it, Ween. But in a good way. And as the track goes on, you come to appreciate the verse for the way its more downcast mode contrasts with the major-key, unbeat chorus. Also nice and worth highlighting would be the way his voice glides up into a falsetto in the chorus. I would lobby hard for this to be a single, although a remix to pep up the breakdown might be nice.
"E-Pro," like "Chain Reaction," is something of a misstep in that it tries a bit too hard to be like Odelay, being noisier than where Beck's head is actually at these days, I think. But then it's all forgiven with "Summergirl," which, again, could totally be a single. Now, it's hard to tell how much of my affection for this song stems from the fact that for the first 30 seconds it sounds exactly like the kind of music I've been making in my spare time these days, all 8-bit and square wavey, but then it just seamlessly transitions into this great little sunny acoustic pop song, and then goes into a bridge that's in yet another style. The verse plays off Beck's old affection for low country-blues songs with blurred acoustic guitar parts, except works it into something not entirely unlike, ironically, "You Get What You Give." Then there's a chorus with gorgeous harmonies, and a nice little slide-blues breakdown, and oh, it's great. He repeats the chorus a bit too much, but hey, that just means it'd make a good radio single, and good for that.
Then "Scarecrow," which is noisy and bluesy and has the loping-jaguar bassline from "Billy Jean," more or less. The KLF were right! Oh, and it has a little bit to do with John Mellencamp, but not as much as I'd like it to. I think I need a bit of time to process this, especially since it's 7 minutes but the groove doesn't really seem to change much within that timespan, so let's move on.
Track 11 and 12, both untitled, are good counterpoints to "Scarecrow." 11 uses a similar guitar sound to "Devil's Haircut" but not as good a chorus, but is poppy and nice, and the chorus is very good anyway. 12 is built around a very nice octave-heavy guitar riff, but doesn't really go anywhere terribly interesting. Again, I might get more into these later in my relationship with the album.
The final track, "Hell Yeah," is, again, really fantastic, despite featuring rapping, because, I think, it's hard to think of anyone besides Beck rhyming over the beat, plus there's a female backup singer! Sampled or otherwise, it adds a really lovely little thing to the track, which otherwise is sort of like Timbaland in his Bubba mode with looser, liver beats, sort of herky-jerky but using loose acoustic guitar and harmonica samples. Beck is also genuinely and outwardly funny here, which helps a lot, and maybe points toward something to come. This track fits in with the rest of the album but is also not like any other track on it, and it's a great closer in a Beatles or Blur kind of album-sequencing way.
Overall, as I've been alluding to, I think the album is best when it goes somewhere different from where Beck's gone before, which is, in fact, one of the reasons so many people like him. It's not really a party album--only three or four of the tracks really make me want to get up and dance--but it is a play-in-your-car-with-the-windows-down album, and that's a lovely little thing, too. There is context here: Sea Change was both his quietest and slickest album yet, and on tour, he was extremely reluctant to do his more partyish songs. And while Wayne Coyne did successfully needle him into doing "Where It's At" and "Loser," and while it was good and the crowd went for it, just because he can perform those songs doesn't necessarily mean he can write those songs anymore, or that he should. That "Old Grandpa Beck" voice is the one he's got now, and he has to write material to go with it, which the best songs on the new album undoubtably are. It is more low-key, but it has to be, I think, to sound good: his voice would not sound right hitting that top note on the run up in the chorus of "Loser," say, although he can get away with it live because everyone knows the damn song already. Not everything on this album works, but when it does, it absolutely kills. "Summergirl" and "Go It Alone" are as good songs, in their own particular way, as any of the highlights on Beck's other albums. If there's a fault here, it's merely that the album is uneven; if you can't find a good 6 songs to really love here because "it's not good like his old stuff," man, I dunno, just take a look at your expectations, you know?
UPDATE: Aha: "Speaking of, as some of you may have seen, the new Beck album, tentatively due out March 28th, has unceremoniously been leaked onto the masses. This is NOT the final album. It is an early unmixed, unmastered version that is not the final sequence, so please be aware this is not what Beck intended to happen or bestow onto his fans." (Thanks for the pointer Jesse, not to mention the damn album itself.)
Well, this is actually kinda cool--same deal as with Hail To The Thief, and I very much enjoyed being able to compare the early and finished versions.
posted by Mike B. at 10:45 AM
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